My Cupid is Stupid by Miranda Bailey

Author:Miranda Bailey [Bailey, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sparrow Publishing
Published: 2019-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

10

“Going to get it removed.” I said the next morning, once I didn’t feel so close to death and she’d drug me out for an early jog.

“What?” Beth asked. Sylvia was gone from our apartment, as was the dead girl that wasn’t dead that had been on the floor.

“The tattoo, what else?” I asked, exasperated that it even had to be explained.

“Oh, that.” She waved it off, like a full garden on my back was nothing to worry about.

“Yes that.” I muttered. “What’s going on, Beth?”

“Nothing…I just don’t feel the same as I used to.” She stared off into space, her face surrounded with her dark hair, as if she was trying to hide herself from the world.

“What do you mean?” I asked as we both stopped jogging. We are so not in the mood this morning. Okay, so she was in the mood, but I was still thinking about wiping out the events of the day before from my life. I can’t do that until I get rid of this tattoo.

“I think, I´m in love.”

Wow, she only just thought about it? I thought she would have noticed that by now.

“Seriously?”

“I know, amazing.”

“No, that you just realized this fact.”

“Oh,” she said out of disappointment. “What do you mean?”

“Well, if you have not seen him for five minutes you come out with statements like, ‘I have not seen him for so long’. Or if he calls you, you act like you´ve won the lottery or if you´ve just had sex…”

“Enough,” she said waving her arms up, obviously not wanting any more detail.

“But, this isn’t me,” she waved her hands around her body and looks at me with disgust. “It’s more like you. I feel vulnerable. I feel like he can hurt me at any moment. I never could connect with the things you did or wanted to do with David, they felt pathetic and now I feel guilty because I actually realize that you were in love with him.”

“Well, I did keep telling you.”

“Telling someone, and someone experiencing it and being able to relate to it are two different things.”

“I suppose so,” I replied after I flopped down on a bench. “Ouch.”

I should not have done that so fast, my back still hurts. This thing was so damn big.

“You’re right, I should have intervened at some point the other night. I saw you having fun and I just thought, ‘let her enjoy it.’ I suppose it was more for my enjoyment instead of yours.” Her change of topic made my head spin until I caught up with her train of thought.

“I can’t even say I enjoyed it. How bad is that? I was having so much fun, that I don’t remember any of it.” That was the worst of it, I couldn’t remember anything after the salon.

“You were letting yourself go, absolutely amazing and nice to see, but not something you should do often, I think.”

“There is letting yourself go,” I said with my arms held together about a half a foot apart, “and there is letting yourself really go.

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